Author: Olivie Blake
Published: August 13, 2026 by Tor
Format: Kindle, 368 Pages
Genre: Gothic / Occult
Blurb: As summer heat lingers in Los Angeles, girls are found murdered, the winds are blowing a strange energy into the city and wildfire warnings are everywhere. Yet Anya Morris has other things on her mind. A TV pilot should have been her big Hollywood break. But she lost out and now she’s willing to risk it all.
Enter William de Witt, an aging movie star who offers an unusual opportunity. His son Jude’s rare heath condition forces him to live as a recluse - and in exchange for spending time with him, William will grant her access to Hollywood’s most powerful circles. Wealth, influence and access are all on offer within the de Witt family mansion. However, behind the gilded veneer lie decades of bloodstained secrets. As her duties draw her deeper into their world, she wonders if the villa is cursed or if Jude himself is touched by the occult? Yet there’s a dark magnetism to him that Anya can’t resist, despite all the warning signs. As the city’s body count continues to rise, something has to give. There’s smoke in the air, but who will strike that final, fatal match?
My Opinion: I expect Olivie Blake’s books to have a spark, mixing the cleverness of Gifted & Talented with the surprise of Girl Dinner. But reading Dreamland felt like watching a favorite writer take a big swing and miss.
The book is full of atmosphere, but after a while, it feels like that’s all it has. Blake tries to mix Hollywood gothic, big ambitions, family decay, and psychological drama all at once. You can tell what she was aiming for, which makes it even more frustrating than if the book had just been bad.
Characters blur, motivations wander, and the narrative keeps gesturing toward something that kept losing me. I kept waiting for the book to settle, to sharpen, to commit. It never did. It just went on and on about a wannabe actress, caught up in a moldering old Hollywood home filled with people who sold their souls to the devil, all the while she developed a passionate and quite graphic relationship with an epileptic meat sack housing a devil; the author’s description, not mine.
And that’s the disappointment: Blake is capable of so much more. Here, she reaches so far, the core slips away. The novel wants to draw you in, but you can see the effort behind the illusion, and once you see the effort, the magic evaporates.
In the end, Dreamland isn’t a failure so much as a book that is trying too hard. A book that wanted to be a story about bad choices, with horror and murder, but ended up feeling hollow. I closed it wishing Blake had trusted her strengths instead of chasing a grander, murkier vision that never quite came together.
Enter William de Witt, an aging movie star who offers an unusual opportunity. His son Jude’s rare heath condition forces him to live as a recluse - and in exchange for spending time with him, William will grant her access to Hollywood’s most powerful circles. Wealth, influence and access are all on offer within the de Witt family mansion. However, behind the gilded veneer lie decades of bloodstained secrets. As her duties draw her deeper into their world, she wonders if the villa is cursed or if Jude himself is touched by the occult? Yet there’s a dark magnetism to him that Anya can’t resist, despite all the warning signs. As the city’s body count continues to rise, something has to give. There’s smoke in the air, but who will strike that final, fatal match?
My Opinion: I expect Olivie Blake’s books to have a spark, mixing the cleverness of Gifted & Talented with the surprise of Girl Dinner. But reading Dreamland felt like watching a favorite writer take a big swing and miss.
The book is full of atmosphere, but after a while, it feels like that’s all it has. Blake tries to mix Hollywood gothic, big ambitions, family decay, and psychological drama all at once. You can tell what she was aiming for, which makes it even more frustrating than if the book had just been bad.
Characters blur, motivations wander, and the narrative keeps gesturing toward something that kept losing me. I kept waiting for the book to settle, to sharpen, to commit. It never did. It just went on and on about a wannabe actress, caught up in a moldering old Hollywood home filled with people who sold their souls to the devil, all the while she developed a passionate and quite graphic relationship with an epileptic meat sack housing a devil; the author’s description, not mine.
And that’s the disappointment: Blake is capable of so much more. Here, she reaches so far, the core slips away. The novel wants to draw you in, but you can see the effort behind the illusion, and once you see the effort, the magic evaporates.
In the end, Dreamland isn’t a failure so much as a book that is trying too hard. A book that wanted to be a story about bad choices, with horror and murder, but ended up feeling hollow. I closed it wishing Blake had trusted her strengths instead of chasing a grander, murkier vision that never quite came together.
